is sentient and conscious of my emotions somewhere -somehow: where we cannot tell; how we cannot tell; yet would I not at this moment renounce the mysterious yet certain hope that I shall see her in a better world, for all that this world can give me.1 We are thoroughly sensible of your humanity and compassion to this desolate house. We are as well as people can be who have nothing farther to hope or fear in this world. We are in a state of quiet; but it is the tranquillity of the grave-in which all that could make life interesting to us is laid- and to which we are hastening as fast as God pleases. This place is no longer pleasant to us! And yet we have more satisfaction, if it may be so called, here than any where else. ... We have had a loss which time and reflection rather increase the weight of. I declare to you that I feel more this day, than on the dreadful day in which I was deprived of the comfort and support, the pride and ornament, of my existence.2 The wan eye of sorrow loves to gaze Yes, there are real mourners: -I have seen A fair, sad girl, mild, suffering, and serene; 1 Scott (Life by Lockhart). 2 Burke to Mrs. Crewe, on the death of his son. Neatly she dress'd, nor vainly seem'd to expect She saw at once, yet sank not, trembled not, Beneath that grief, that loneliness of lot. Within that meek, fair form were feelings high, Which deem'd not, till they found, their energy. While yet was hope, they soften'd-flutter'd-weptAll lost that softness died not; but it slept; And o'er its slumber rose that strength which said, For now I stand, as one upon a rock Who marks the waxing tide grow, wave by wave, That painful, helpless, clearness of vision which we have been sensible of in a horrid dream. We were sensible of one another's weakness of intellect, though blind to our own; yet we were calm and resigned to our fate, not a murmur escaped us, 1 Crabbe. 3 Titus Andronicus. at least, Shakspeareian. 2 The Corsair. Certainly this passage and the first act are, S and we were penitent and fervent in our addresses to the Supreme Being.1 I saw the expecting raven fly, Who scarce would wait till I should die, Ere his repast began; He flew and perch'd, then flew once more, I saw his wing, through twilight flit, I could have smote, but lack'd the strength; But the slight motion of my hand, And feeble scratching of the sand, The exerted throat's faint, struggling noise, Together scared him off at length.2 P.-Lady, you utter madness, and not sorrow. That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; But now will canker sorrow eat my bud, And chase the native beauty from his cheek; And so he'll die, and rising so again, When I shall meet him in the court of heaven, I shall not know him: therefore, never, never, Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.3 1 Franklin, Hood, and Hepburn. See Franklin's Journey, p. 454. ; and see how beautifully the poor Indians and some of the Canadians, behaved, pp. 271-274. 409. 470. 2 Mazeppa. 3 King John (Constance speaks). Grief had so tamed a spirit once too proud, Her tears were few, her wailing never loud; And woos to listen to her fond complaints.1 let me fall sink deep - Let me go [Drinks the poison.] O friendly draught—already in my heart- Cover us close-or I shall chill his breast, And fright him from my arms see, see, he slides Still further from me - look! - he hides his face I cannot feel it quite beyond my reach. O -now he's gone- and all is dark. 2 Then from his closing eye thy form shall part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; 1 Lara. 2 Congreve (Mourning Bride). [Dies.] Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The muse forgot, and thou beloved no more.1 What mean those swollen and red-fleck'd eyes, that look As they had wept in blood, and worn the night In waking anguish ! 2 The sharp shot dash'd Alp to the ground, That crash'd through the brain of the infidel; The game of death was never play'd And here no more shall human voice That, quench'd in silence - all is still, Save the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill — 1 Johnson, shortly before his death (has reference to Miss Aston). 2 Congreve. 4 Beaumont and Fletcher. 3 Byron (Siege of Corinth). 5 Byron. |